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tampered2007-02-04 09:41 pm
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when; The morning of February 5th.
rating; PG-13, just for safety's sake.
characters; Jyuu-chan and Kisuke (And Nemu, later on?)
summary; Breakfast of champions! .. Er. I mean. Kisuke doesn't know how to shop?
log;
He was really going to smack Kisuke with his spatula.
.. Normally, such a thought would have immediately been followed up by a vaguely concerned one about how domestic and strange that had sounded, but Jyuushirou was too exasperated to care at that particular moment. Kisuke had no idea how to shop for groceries--or rather, he did and just wanted to test and see if his friend really could create a meal out of anything.
He was tempted to throw a handful of hot peppers in the blonde's portion.
Dressed in a yukata and bare feet, sleeves tied back and hair a messy braid down his back, Jyuushirou looked vaguely sleepy and somewhat like a harried housewife with the half-apron tied around his waist. His height, thankfully, dispelled that image before it could take root, so he wasn't particularly worried about what he looked like.
Making a musing noise in his throat as he turned off the heat and set the skillet on another, cool burner, the white-haired man moved to pour water for them both. --Now to wait until Kisuke dragged himself out of bed. ..Or.. he could go wake him up, but that would be mean.
rating; PG-13, just for safety's sake.
characters; Jyuu-chan and Kisuke (And Nemu, later on?)
summary; Breakfast of champions! .. Er. I mean. Kisuke doesn't know how to shop?
log;
He was really going to smack Kisuke with his spatula.
.. Normally, such a thought would have immediately been followed up by a vaguely concerned one about how domestic and strange that had sounded, but Jyuushirou was too exasperated to care at that particular moment. Kisuke had no idea how to shop for groceries--or rather, he did and just wanted to test and see if his friend really could create a meal out of anything.
He was tempted to throw a handful of hot peppers in the blonde's portion.
Dressed in a yukata and bare feet, sleeves tied back and hair a messy braid down his back, Jyuushirou looked vaguely sleepy and somewhat like a harried housewife with the half-apron tied around his waist. His height, thankfully, dispelled that image before it could take root, so he wasn't particularly worried about what he looked like.
Making a musing noise in his throat as he turned off the heat and set the skillet on another, cool burner, the white-haired man moved to pour water for them both. --Now to wait until Kisuke dragged himself out of bed. ..Or.. he could go wake him up, but that would be mean.
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He was reminded of his own "children," still small, still growing, but quickly evolving into much more than simple machines. And then he realized how similar and different he and Mayuri were. He wondered briefly how his employees were doing back in their world.
"As far as I'm concerned, Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou," the blond commented, standing to deposit his half-eaten breakfast elsewhere, "you can keep on changing and learning."